So...Proud

I have a funny story for you.

One day, when my charming husband was a young man in the eighth grade, he was sitting at the lunch table with his friends. A group of silly comrades, they decided to challenge each other to a friendly little competition. I imagine the conversation went something like this:

"Hey dudes, let's see who can give himself the best hickey on their arm."

"Yeah man, that would be totally awesome, let's do it!"

...followed by a chorus of "Yeah!"s.

So, to put it as delicately as possible, the sucking of arms began. Not to be outdone by his young associates, Rob sucked at his arm most vigorously. A sizable and vivid hickey appeared on his impressive eighth-grade bicep, and Rob was proclaimed to be the winner of this manly contest.

Well, believe it or not, that hickey never went away. It's still there, bright as ever, on Rob's arm, for all the world to see.

In recent years he's started telling people it's a birthmark, because he's a little embarrassed of this story. I've always thought it was pretty funny.

I have another little story.

One day (today) Miss Magnolia was very hungry. As little hungry babies often do, she began to try to eat her arm, thinking that it might be a delicious alternative to actual food. Luckily I intervened and fed her before she got too far on that path. Although I did think she looked ridiculously cute trying to eat her chubby little arm.

Imagine my astonishment when, after I fed her, I looked down at that chubby arm and found a little surprise....

Like father like daughter.